…than a blogge by Sir Iowahawke on that ArchBisheoppe Of Canterbeerry:
25 Sayeth the pilgryms to Bishop Rowan,
26 “Father, we do not like howe thynges are goin’.
27 You know we are as Lefte as thee,
28 But of layte have beyn chaunced to see
29 From Edinburgh to London-towne
30 The Musslemans in burnoose gowne
31 Who beat theyr ownselfs with theyr knyves
32 Than goon home and beat theyr wyves
33 And slaye theyr daughtyrs in honour killlynge
34 Howe do we stoppe the bloode fromme spillynge?”
35 The Bishop sipped upon hys tea
36 And sayed, “an open mind must we
37 Keep, for know thee well the Mussel-man
38 Has hys own laws for hys own clan
39 So question not hys Muslim reason
40 And presaerve ye well social cohesion.”
Reade, thee, the reste.
It cood be only the product of an undhimmified English major.
This is freakin’ insane! It had me shrieking with laughter.
English major?
English major??
Screw you, space boy.
transcendently brilliant….
“No Thynge Coold Plese Me Moore” should be forward to The Daily Mail, or better yet, The Guardian
Rhyming together “dunge” and “the Guardian” is pure genius!
I had to memorize the first lines of (the original) Tales in high school, which made it more painfully funny.
My favorite rhyme: “Starbucks workers” and “burqqas”
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